Hello all
Thanks for looking in on me and my up and coming true stories. First a little bit of background about me and my tights / nylon fetish and how it all came about. My life has been a funny old thing and find myself a 50 year old single man living on his own writing out some of his favourite memories.

When I was a young kid (about 10 or so) I can remember a very bitter cold winter and I was going to some sort of event where I would be outside in the cold all day. My mother decided to buy me some thick tights to wear under my trousers to keep me warm.

I remember hating the idea of it and causing such a fuss and she had to physically force me into what I called “horrible girls clothes” but mothers being mothers, she won the battle and I ended up wearing the bloody thick tights.

But I can remember walking around feeling the tights moving and caressing my legs giving me a funny but very nice sensation. I suppose at the time I didn't realise fully that it was a sexual sensation but secretly I did enjoy wearing the tights in the end but I was never going to admit that.

I never gave tights another thought until I was a young scallywag of a 16 year old. By then I was growing up to be a musician and I had already started to be quite flirty and I always managed to get well in with the girls.

I used to go round a mates house and he lived with his mother who was what most people today would call a MILF. I never did know what happened to her husband and I suppose that's something a young lad would never ask.

I do remember she had some sort of office job and she was nearly always in a tight pencil skirt and tan tights on her stunning slim legs and high heels. I can remember time and time again I would look at her any my cock used to stiffen in my jeans.

Any time I went round she would always give me a hug or stroke my hair and she would always joke saying I was a good looking young lad. But I went round one day to see my mate and she let me in as usual.

She asked if I wanted a drink as I sat on the sofa waiting for my mate. She got me a drink but then stood directly behind me behind the sofa. She asked me if I was OK and all the usual stuff but she kept stroking my hair and rubbing my shoulders as we chatted.

At one point she had her arm around me on my chest and I could feel her tits on the back of my head. Then she came round and sat right next to me very close on the sofa and only then she told me that her son was out and he was out all night.

I remember thinking to myself “oh OK, I had better sod off then” just as she said “you don't have to rush off anywhere do you?” I was my usual polite self and said “no I can stay for a bit” she put her arm over the back of the sofa stroking my hair as she said “you are a good looking lad”

then I shit myself as she said “come and give me a hug” she pulled me over to her with my head almost resting on her tits and my arm trapped awkwardly between us and my other arm round her with my hand on her hip.

My cock was rigid in my jeans as I looked directly at her stunning legs in that skirt and those sexy tights. She stroked my hair and with her free arm she stroked my face, neck and chest. She said “this is nice isn't it?” and again me being polite said “yes very nice”

I could see her skirt getting tighter on her legs as her legs got wider and wider apart. Her free hand was all over me by now and she straightened her leg nearest to me and pointed her high heels around wiggling her ankle and foot.

I could see her whole sexy leg right in front of me and then I really did almost shit my pants as she opened her leg wider and hooked her leg over my lap. I was slipping further and further down with my trapped hand unable to support me.

She said “is that nice?” I was filling my pants but again I said politely “yes very nice” then it happened, her skirt lost its grip and it slid right up exposing some tiny little knickers under her tights.

My trapped hand was now on the back of her leg right next to her ass and I could feel the silky smoothness of her tights. She pushed my face into her tits as she reached for my cock, rubbing it through my jeans.

I can remember feeling her firm little tits and then watching my own hand explore her stunning legs and then rubbing her pussy through her tights. The next thing I know is that my jeans are round my knees and she is on her back ripping her own tights open.

Now we all like to think we can fuck like a porn star at that age but she seemed to enjoy it and I think it lasted for more than a couple of minutes and in my memory it was just fantastic and that memory is etched in my mind permanently.

But I think what I’m trying to say is that from then on I was just hooked on tights. They felt so good, looked stunning and oh my god for the next few years all I could do is wank myself stupid as I remembered every detail of that day.

As I grew up, my music carer got better and I was soon on the road meeting young women. I was lucky enough to have a few steady girlfriends and a few short term girlfriends that I had sex with them wearing tights.

Then I met possibly the sweetest girl I have ever met. She was everything a man could ask for. Stunning to look at, the sweetest personality, genuine and loyal to the core. This beautiful young woman ended up being my wife and I was the proudest man on the planet.

This is where my tights fetish went off the charts. Things started slowly but my god once it got rolling it was just incredible. I spent 20 years married to the woman of my dreams having the best nylon, tights kinky sex imaginable.

Sadly my wife past away suddenly about five years ago and I pretty much fell apart and plunged into deep depression. I spent about two years in pretty much a messy dark and horrible place. Slowly I got on with my life and returned to the music scene on a smaller scale.

I had given up on sex, never mind sex involving tights. Then I met a lovely woman that pulled me from the darkness and pretty much got me moving again. And guess what, she bloody loved sex in tights too.

That lasted for about a year but she had to move away so we drifted apart but since then I have met yet another 5 women and all of them have thoroughly enjoyed sex in tights, so I’m now in relatively happy again but my lovely wife is always on my mind. So I have chosen to share some very fond memories of her.

So please keep your eye out for my posts on this site because they are all 100% genuine.
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